I'm having a bad, bad day.
It's about time that I get my way.
Steam Rollin' whatever I see, huh.
Despicable me.
And isn't it true?
I'm having a bad, bad day.
I'm always having a bad day.
It's just how it is, that's what I tell myself.
The yellow stallion proceeded through the forest ,looking for those precious flowers.
They cured nearly EVERY ailment, and he really needed it for his sickly rabbit.
The stallion, Butterscotch, or in some other universe, Fluttershy, came through a clearing and froze.
"What the..?"
It's hard to be me. But I do love flowers..
On this particular day, I was laying in a clearing in the forest where I was sure nopony would bother me.
I laid on the floor of the meadow, and started to play with some of the flowers. And shouldn't I be entitled to that?
Of course, I was pretty to look at..at least, that's what people say. Except for that..thing.
I had a case of cursed hyphema. Hyphema is when your eyes fill with blood..and my eyes were filled to the brim, making it look like I had empty voids where my eyes were supposed to be.
This was usually a turn off to most ponies..I had been looking for a cure for forever. I could still see, as this was simply a curse and not a real condition.
The rest of my body was normal enough. My flanks were somewhat rounded as my x chromosome was larger than normal, driving to be more feminine than most.
My coat was dark yellow, and my hair was a sandy blonde. My birth name-Jonas-I still kept.
The yellow stallion stared at his counterpart. They were both yellow..
But..there was something off. This pony's eyes were…black?
Or did he even have eyes..?